When we ran out of room 223, we headed straight for the front door. We ran down the corridor on the second floor until we reached the staircase in the center of the building, then ran down the stairs to the foyer. And on the way there…
I got a sudden strange feeling.
A premonition, a feeling in my bones…No, it wasn’t quite that. Thinking about it rationally, there was no way it could have been anything as supernatural as that.
An echo…Yes. I felt an echo of something.
A strange kind of echo. An unsettling echo. A terrible echo. Thinking about it rationally, it had to be because of something I’d glimpsed in my quick scan of the area when we came down the stairs.
Teshigawara and Mei headed for the front door without a backward glance. I was the only one whose feet came to an involuntary halt.
I was in the foyer late at night, with the main lights all turned off. The hallway stretched away as if being sucked into the gloom. And there…
A single door stood open, though only a few centimeters. That’s what I’d glimpsed.
The door to the dining hall?
No light spilled from within. It was darker even than the darkness of the hallway. Deep within the darkness visible through the gap in the door, I sensed something—something intensely disturbing. I suppose that was the origin of the “echo” I’d felt.
I was reluctant to call the others back. I drew nearer to the door without them and took the dully gleaming knob in my hand.
I felt it slip.
Was it sweat? No, this wasn’t sweat. It was…
I took my hand off the knob and turned my palm up to squint at it. In the darkness, I could just barely make something out. It wasn’t sweat. It was something darker that stained my palm. It was…
…Blood?
Blood? But why?
I had the option to withdraw and go after the others, who had rushed out ahead of me. But I couldn’t do it. Before I’d even thought everything over, I had pushed the door open and moved into the dining hall. It was too dark to be able to see much, so I was moving ahead one step at a time, feeling along the wall, when…
“Ack!”
I let out a wild cry because, out of nowhere, something grabbed my ankle.
“Agh! Wh—”
What was that? Who was it?
I leapt back.
Something—someone was lying facedown on the floor. Since my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I could make out the shape thanks to the frail beams of moonlight slipping in through the windows at the back of the room.
“Wh…What the?”
I spoke to it, terrified.
“Who is it? What are you…”
It looked as if they were dressed in a student’s summer uniform. And they were wearing pants, so it was a boy’s uniform.
Since he was lying facedown, I couldn’t see his face. I didn’t know who it was. His right hand was thrown out in front of him. He must have grabbed my ankle with that hand. I’d been totally surprised by how sudden it had been, but the force behind the grip was incredibly feeble.
“Are you okay?”
I went back to his side and laid a hand on his shoulder.
“Hey, are all right? Why are you…”
His body twitched in response to my voice. I clamped my hand around his outstretched right hand. And then…
The same slippery sensation I’d felt on the doorknob was on his hand, too.
“Are you hurt?”
He groaned in a low, strained tone.
I put my hand back on his shoulder and tried to pull him up. But…
“Don’t bother…”
A reedier voice than any I might have imagined escaped his lips.
“It’s no use…”
“Why not?” I asked, when finally I noticed. On the white shirt he wore, a dark stain ran down his back to his hips. The shirt was soaked with blood.
“You…Were you stabbed?” I asked. I pressed my own cheek against the floor to get a look at his face. The dark and the fact that even his face was smeared with blood made it hard to recognize him, but…
“Maejima?”
Maejima, who’d been the one untiringly rubbing Wakui’s back when he suffered that asthma attack after dinner. Maejima with the small frame and baby face, who was for all that actually a warrior in the kendo club. I was almost positive it was him.
“How did this happen?”
I brought my mouth close to his ear.
“Did someone stab you? Did someone…”
He gave another low, pained moan, and then finally spoke in panting intervals. Almost as if he was using up the last of his strength.
“P-pulled a kitchen…kitchen knife…”
“A kitchen knife? What happened?”
“Pulled it…Th-the care…taker…”
“The caretaker?” I shook Maejima’s shoulder. “Mr. Numata? What did he do?”
I asked him question after question, but I got no further answer. I looked into his face, and this time his eyes were closed.
He must have lost consciousness. Or could he have died? I couldn’t calm down and get myself together enough to check…
I lifted myself up and, battling the fear that had crystallized all in a moment, I started walking. Even without finding a light switch, just by the light of the moon I could make out the door to the kitchen all the way at the back of the room.
That old guy is so fishy.
The comments Teshigawara had treated me to only a few hours earlier in this very room played over again in my mind.
Ever since we got here, he’s had this scary look in his eye when he’s looking at us, y’know?
No…It couldn’t be.
I bet you there are tons of old men who just lose it one day and kill their own grandkids or whatever.
He couldn’t have…
Better not take your eyes off that guy.
When I’d reached the door to the kitchen, yet again I felt a strange hint of something. This time it wasn’t due to information I’d gotten visually. It was auditory and olfactory…
I could hear a faint, unusual sound from behind the door; I didn’t know what.
I could smell a faint, unusual odor—yes, from behind this door, but I didn’t know what.
But…
You shouldn’t open it. Don’t open it. Defying the internal warnings, I reached out for the doorknob.
Instantly, my palm felt heat. Luckily it wasn’t bad enough to burn me, but the knob itself was surprisingly hot.
Maybe I should have given the idea up at that point. But without hesitating, I turned the knob and then forcefully kicked the door the rest of the way open.
In that instant, I realized the source of the odd sound and of the odd smell. It was a fire.
Flames were burning through the entire room.
Intensely hot air and smoke billowed out at me, and I retreated hastily. I raised an arm in front of my face and stopped breathing. Even as I did it, in that same moment…
I caught sight of something, obvious in the light of the flames.
The form of that man lying in the kitchen, surrounded by flames.
His head was pointed in my direction. The fire was threatening to catch on his clothes any second. Even so, he didn’t even flinch, possibly because he was already dead. Several objects plunged deeply into his neck and face were probably the immediate cause of death…And, if I wasn’t mistaken, those objects were the metal skewers we’d used at dinner.
The flames raged. Even if there had been a fire extinguisher handy, it didn’t seem as if that would stop them.
I ran back to where Maejima was lying, and shouted at him over and over. “Hey! Maejima! It’s bad! There’s a fire…Come on! If we don’t get out of here, we’re going to die!”